All language subtitles for The Equalizer 5x11

Previously on The Equalizer...

X-O-4, possible hit

on that robbery BOLO. 10-6.

NYPD.

Let me see some ID.

Stop! Hands where I can see them.

Let me see them!

Just my phone.
I was trying to record you.

He went from charming Captain Curtis

to just another angry cop on the street.

Cops have to make split-second decisions

in very volatile situations.

It's not easy.

So, where do you two go from here?

- This is cute.
- Boy, prom dresses

sure have changed since I was in school.

This looks like lingerie.

Ooh, Mom, what about this one?

See? It's giving.

Oh, yeah, it's giving.
For 25-year-old Dee.

High school Dee needs to give
a little bit less.

Okay.

Vroom! Vroom!

Vroom!

Hello.

Hi.

That is a really cute shirt.

Thank you.

Dylan. Hey, I told you not to

ring the bell inside.

Is he bothering you?

- I'm so sorry. He...
- No.

Not at all. I remember my
girl when she was that small.

Such a cute age.

Okay. Oh, sorry...

- Bye.
- Bye!

Hey, was I really that much

of a handful, mom?

You don't even know the half.

If you had just a little bit of sugar,

you would be swinging
from the light fixtures.

- Literally.
- Okay, no. I did not.

No, ask Aunt Vi.

- I had to hide the stepstool.
- Dylan.

Excuse me.

- I'll be back.
- Okay.

- Dylan?
- Do you like?

That looks great

to use as a washcloth?

- I mean...
- Dylan.

Okay, come on, stop playing around.

We got to go.

Okay, baby?

Dylan! Where are you?

His bike.

Dylan, where are you?

Dylan?

- Did you see him?
- No, I don't see him.

Dylan?

Okay, time to come out. Come on.

- Dylan, where are you?
- Dylan?

- Dylan?
- Dylan?

- Dylan, are you hiding?
- Dylan?

Dylan?

Dylan, where are you?!

Dylan?

Dylan?!

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Morning, Viola.

Come on in.

Uh-oh. Your famous scones.

- May I?
- Of course.

Amazing, as usual.

You ever think about

- opening up a bakery?
- No.

And I'm sure you did not come
here to give me career advice.

I want to clear the air
after that ride along.

I really hated the way things ended.

Yeah, me too.

I just...

In fact, I've given a lot of thought

- to what happened.
- I'm not surprised.

As someone who's not exposed
to that kind of violence every day,

I can imagine it's confusing.

- I'm sorry. Confusing?
- Well, yeah.

I mean, I did everything by the book.

What you may have found
upsetting was when

he refused to follow
my orders. Now, that's

when everything went bad.

You actually mansplaining my own
perspective to me?

Please.

The boy was scared.

And I don't blame him one little bit.

He said it himself. Young, Black man...

he's got a target on his back

every single time he walks out
of the house, and I just thought

you of all people would understand that.

I do. But

he's not the only one.

My badge puts a target
on my back as well.

And I don't mean just for the criminals.

These days, cops are guilty
until proven innocent,

whatever the facts.

Now, I'm sorry that our
date ended like it did.

But I'll be honest with you, Viola.

If the same situation happened again,

I would do the same thing.

I think maybe meeting like this

was a bad idea.

God...

He was just here.

- How can this be happening?
- It's okay.

We're gonna find him. He'll be okay.

- Don't worry.
- Okay. Okay.

Are-are... are you a cop?

No, but I'm trained in these situations.

More importantly, I'm a mother.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

- He's here now.
- Hello, ma'am.

- I understand there's a situation.
- Dyl...

My son, Dylan... he-he's only five.

Um, he was right beside me
and then the next minute, he...

Yeah, I...

Okay, when the last time you seen Dylan?

He was just here a minute ago, and he...

- Oh, my God.
- Okay. Okay.

There's a good chance
Dylan wandered off somewhere.

- Do you have a picture of Dylan?
- Yes, yes, of course.

You think he just wandered off?

It's possible.

Kids get distracted pretty quickly.

That's not what you think
happened, is it?

Code Adam in sector
three. Five-year-old boy

named Dylan, three
foot, seven, 40 pounds,

sandy blond hair, brown eyes,

light blue shirt, light blue jacket,

- denim jeans.
- Are you the manager?

- Have you found my boy?
- We need to lock down this mall.

- And you are?
- I'm helping the boy's mother.

Now, please, lock down the building.

We don't just lock down the mall

every time something like this happens.

Kids get lost two or
three times a week here,

and they're usually found in minutes.

So what's the protocol?

We sent out alerts to the other guards.

Now we the check bathrooms,

- the indoor playground...
- Okay, so,

while you're doing all that,

I need to see the surveillance footage.

You need to let us do our job.

This woman is counting on us
to find her son.

- We're on the same team here.
- With all due respect, ma'am,

I don't answer to you.

And I don't have time for your ego.

And while we wasting time
going back and forth,

if something happens to that child,

do you want that on your conscience?

Come with me.

I'll be back, Dee.

We checked feeds from all the exits.

We see where the boy came in
with his mom at 10:39 a.m.

But so far,
no one's spotted him leaving.

- What about the bathrooms?
- Security is still checking

all the stalls.

These feeds are pretty grainy.

Not the most modern system, but

our security budget hasn't been able

to keep up with the technology.

Keep up... What are you trying to say?

I'm saying that we do the best
to cover everything,

but there's not enough cameras.

Some of the employee exits
are blind spots, and

some of the cameras may go offline.

Lock down this mall. Now!

Attention, all sectors.

Engage lockdown protocol now!

Now show me the blind spots.

Yes, ma'am.

That was great, wasn't it?

Hot yoga always leaves me
feeling invigorated.

Yeah, leaves me feeling hot.

Look, next time, can we swap out
hot yoga for hot breakfast?

Do you remember that place
with the giant pancakes,

and we swore we'd go back?

- You up for it?
- You kidding?

I was up for it three tree poses ago.

Okay. All right.

- Rob, what's up?
- Hey.

I just texted you a photo of a boy

who's gone missing at Queens Ridge Mall.

- My God.
- Harry, I need you

to hack into the surveillance systems.

How long's he been missing?

Ten minutes.

But I have a bad feeling about this.

Yeah, I hate to say it, but your
instincts are usually right.

So what am I looking for...
a-a kid getting grabbed?

Yeah. We think it happened
in the department store, but

there are a lot of blind spots.

Yeah, cameras might have missed it.

Look for any adult
acting suspiciously, there

or anywhere else in the mall.

I'll call you back.

Where does that lead to?

Just a hallway. Wait, now that
I think about it, there's

a fire exit back there.

No cameras.

- You check this way.
- Okay.

This is his shirt.

They changed his appearance.

There any sign of Dylan?

No. No. No, no, no.

No, no, no.

My baby.

Somebody took my baby!

Okay, okay. Let me just take these
for now.

Somebody took my baby.

All right, we're gonna find him.

- I told you.
- Oh, my God.

We'll find him. Call the police.

Oh, no.

But if you guys see anything,
please just

Yeah, we know. let me know.

- Okay. I'm sorry.
- Hey.

Mom, did you find him?

No, not yet.

Okay, I don't get it.

We have searched every corner
of this store.

It's like he vanished into thin air.

We think he's no longer on the property.

They're gonna lift the lockdown.

Dee, you should just head home.

What? No.

Why? I want to help.

Baby, you've been great.

But there's nothing more
you can do right now.

That's not true. Mom, I can make
fliers with Dylan's picture on it.

- Baby...
- I-I can get my friends

to post on social media, and I can, too.

All right, I stand corrected.

I'll keep you posted. Do what you can.

'Kay.

Yes, ma'am.

This is all my fault.

I never should have
let him out of my sight.

He didn't even want to come
to the mall in the first place.

I should have listened.

Francine, don't do that to yourself.

How could I let this happen?

What kind of mother am I?

This could have happened to anyone.

I lost my daughter at the beach.

It was the longest
20 minutes of my life.

But you know what?

We found her.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm just so scared.

I know, but blaming yourself won't help.

The most important thing right now

is getting your boy back.

And that's exactly what we're gonna do.

Okay?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Thanks for coming, Marcus.

I got here as fast as I could.
What's the latest?

Well, Harry and Mel are going
through surveillance feeds,

trying to find anything
that can help us.

Great. Precinct is prepping
an Amber Alert.

In the meantime, I'll get them
to check the tip line.

Okay.

Thanks.

Hello? Yeah. Listen, I need you
to look into a missing kid.

Harry, tell me you got something.

Maybe. We've been scrubbing
through the feeds,

and this one guy sticks out.

He was using his phone

to record kids at the indoor playground,

trying to be sly about it.

We even saw Dylan

cross through frame on his tricycle.

When was this?

About an hour before he went missing.

And this guy left
the playground 30 minutes

before Dylan disappeared.

- Were you able to track him?
- No.

But we've been checking the
footage from the past few days

and we saw the same exact guy
doing the same exact thing.

Recording kids with his phone.

Yeah. Two times in the last week alone.

He was planning this.

He was waiting for the right moment.

Can you ID him?

We're running him
through facial rec right now.

All right, we have to move quickly.

Every second counts at this point.

No, we know. The chances
of finding a missing child alive

plummets after just three hours.

It's already been, what, 30 minutes?

You know, when you asked
to come over here today,

I was fully prepared

to put this to rest and move on.

And I came here to give you
my point of view

based on my experience.

Okay, then you tell me this.

What happened to your motto
"Observe, protect, connect"?

It's the goal, Viola.

It's always the goal.

Unfortunately, it's not always possible.

Then how do you make it possible?

How else is anything going

- to change?
- I don't know.

But...

I'm open to suggestions.

I don't know either.

All I know is this, Curtis...

that I am tired of it.

I am so tired

of turning on the news and
hearing about yet another

unarmed Black man being
killed by the police.

You think I'm good with it?

I cannot tell you how many times

I get called an Uncle Tom
by my own people.

I got into policing
to help my community,

not to hurt it.

And, in the meantime,

when I'm out of uniform,

sometimes I fit the description.

Yes, but the difference is that you
can still flash your badge

and that is that.

There is nothing that that
young man could have said

or done to make you back off.

Do you have any idea how terrified

and helpless he must have felt?

Believe me,

I hate that part of this job.

But it is the job I signed up for.

And I have to stay alive

in order to do it.

- Dee?
- Hey, Auntie.

And hi.

You, uh, you must be Captain Curtis.

I've heard a lot

- of wonderful things about you.
- Likewise.

It's a pleasure to meet you, young lady.

Sweetheart, is everything all right?

Why are you back so early?

Little boy went missing at the mall.

Mom thinks it's an abduction.

- Oh, dear God.
- I know.

Uh, I'm gonna call the precinct,
see if I'm needed.

- Where's your mother?
- She stayed

back at the mall to help.

I am literally just here
to grab my laptop,

make some fliers,
and then I'm headed back.

- Do you need help passing 'em out?
- No.

I've already texted all my friends.

They are literally on their way.

Um, I better hurry.

Precinct's fine.

But I'm gonna drive around anyway

because it doesn't feel right

just to stay here and not help.

Do you need another set of eyes?

Couldn't hurt.

Come on.

We can fight later.

Thanks.

Amber Alert's been sent out.

Doing okay?

I'll be a lot better
when we find this kid.

It's Harry.

- Hey, you got an ID on our suspect?
- Yeah.

His name is Carl Vega.

He lives just two miles away
from the mall.

All right, text me a pic
and that address.

No, he's not at home.
We pinged his phone.

He's hanging out at a park.

That's him.

Stop!

Where's the boy?

Where's Dylan?!

Where is he?!

You got 30 seconds

- to tell us where Dylan is.
- You got the wrong guy.

I didn't do anything.

Funny thing, Carl...

innocent people don't usually run.

I ran because I thought you were a cop.

And the cops warned me
to stop doing what I do.

Because what you do is depraved

- and disgusting.
- What?

You think I'm a pedophile?

Drop the act, Carl. We know you
were filming kids at the mall

- and at this playground.
- Not kids.

I'm filming the adults in the area.

Anybody acting weird.

I'm gathering evidence,

so if anybody has
bad intentions, I can...

expose 'em before they hurt anyone.

So you're a...

pedophile hunter?

I guess

you could call it that.

He might be telling the truth.

These videos are all of adults.

And you're in trouble
with the cops. Why?

Last week, I caught this sicko

trying to lure a kid into his van.

I called the cops. But when they
didn't show up fast enough,

I tried to stop him myself.

He had a gun. I almost got killed.

Cops tend to not like it

when civilians take matters
into their own hands.

Well, what am I supposed to do,

just let the girl get into his van?

I don't care what happens to me.

No way I'm gonna let
another kid go through what I...

You're an abuse survivor.

It's what drives me. But I-I don't...

I don't let it define me.

Carl, what exactly do you do
with these videos?

I watch the watchers.

They're not hard to spot.

When I find something,

I-I turn the evidence over to the cops.

I also post the videos
on my YouTube channel,

in case it can...

help someone, anyone.

Can you send me the video
you took at the mall earlier?

Maybe you caught something
the mall cams didn't.

- Have you seen this child?
- No, sorry.

Um... hi.

Have you seen this child?
He was at the mall earlier.

Uh, sorry.

I hope you find him.

Thanks.

Excuse me. Have you seen this child?

Hey. I'm almost out.

Also, thank you again for helping.

Are you kidding? Of course.

Oh. Excuse me.

Hi. Have you seen this boy?

He was taken from the mall
earlier this morning.

You recognize him, don't you?

Maybe.

Hey, Dee. I know I promised
to keep you up to date,

but I don't have anything concrete yet.

I might.

I've been passing out those
fliers with Dylan's picture.

And someone recognized him?

Yeah.

A woman thinks
she saw him being taken away.

Stay with her.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Hi.

Hi. Hi. Mom, this is Elita.

She was here earlier,
before the lockdown,

and just came back to return something.

Can you tell my mom what you told me?

Sure. As I was leaving this morning,

I think I might have seen Dylan
in the parking garage.

Tell me what you saw, exactly.

This couple was taking
a kid to their car.

He was crying and carrying on.

I didn't think much of it.

Seeing a child cry
at the mall? Everyday.

But you think it was Dylan Baker?

Pretty sure.

Um...

can you describe this couple to me?

Not really. Like I said,

I-I didn't think much of it
at the time. I'm sorry.

What about the car?

Can you tell me what it looked like?

Maybe it was silver?

That's right.

A silver sedan. Kind of beat-up.

I noticed it in a handicap spot,

which I thought was odd,

since this couple didn't
seem like they'd qualify.

But they had handicap
tags on their plate.

Do you remember
what the plate number was?

No.

How about the approximate time
they left?

Well, I can give you
the exact time I left.

If I find the ticket from that machine.

Is Dylan's mom still
in the department store?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Last I saw,
she was talking to the police.

Okay. When she finds that receipt,
take a picture of it

and send it to Harry.

- Okay, will do.
- And Dee...

...I'm proud of you.

Thanks, Mom.

Thank you.

Hey, what's up, Rob?

We got a description
of the car that took Dylan.

A beat-up silver sedan
with handicap plates.

You want me
to have Dante send out a BOLO?

Already did.

But I'm hoping you can get
the license plate number.

The car was seen
leaving the mall's garage.

And they take pictures
of plates going in and out.

That's a lot of cars.

Dee's gonna send you
a receipt from a witness

that should approximate
the time the car left.

Okay, great.

This could be the break we need.

Look, Viola,

I admit...

I don't always get it right.

I do try.

I understand that
the NYPD's relationship

with the community needs improvement.

I mean, that's...

that's the reason I was
so excited to take your class.

That's why I volunteer to teach it.

I'm trying to bridge the gap.

We still have a long way to go.

Maybe I've been too hard on you.

I want you to express your opinion.

I like how you...

keep me on my toes.

You know, I've been thinking
about why I reacted

to this whole situation so strongly.

Yeah?

When my brother was in high school,

he had a part-time job.

One night he was coming home
late from work

and got pulled over by a cop.

My brother did everything
that he was told

but the cop escalated
the whole situation.

He put a gun to his head, he cuffed him,

threw him face-down on the ground.

My brother came home bruised,

just physically and emotionally.

That should have never happened to him.

Instead of that incident
making him bitter...

...he decided to make a difference.

Looking out for the
whole neighborhood, giving kids

"the talk," not if,

but for when
they got stopped by the cops.

And then he started using
that old hooptee

to give... to give kids rides
late at night

so they wouldn't be harassed
like he was.

Sounds like he was a good man.

He was the best.

And he passed all
of those great qualities

on to his daughter.

My niece, Robyn.

I see some of those
same qualities in you, Curtis.

Okay.

Ma'am, we need you to
come down to the precinct.

It's important that we
take your fingerprints.

No, I'm not leaving. Not without Dylan.

We're checking your son's items
for prints... his shirt,

his bike. We need to be able

- to rule yours out.
- But I...

Just wait one second.

You found him? Please tell me

- you found him.
- Not yet.

- But we have some leads.
- Ma'am, you really

need to come to the precinct.

No! I'm not leaving this mall!

Not without my baby!

I won't leave. I can't.

No, Francine... Just give me a minute.

Francine, I understand

why you don't want to leave
this place without Dylan.

- Feels like you're giving up.
- Yeah?

I would feel the same way
if my daughter were missing.

But listen to me.

Dylan is not at the mall anymore.

So it is very important

that we do whatever we can

to help the police

find him.

I promise you, no one is giving up.

Not the police and definitely not me.

I won't give up until I find your boy.

- Thank you.
- Delilah?

Go with Miss Francine
to the police department.

My daughter knows how to reach me

if you think of anything that can help.

And I promise to call you both
if I find something.

- Thank you.
- I got you. Now you go.

- Come on. Let me...
- Okay. Okay.

Harry, tell me
you got something, anything.

I got it. I got the car.

It's a 2017 Silver Camry,
handicap plates.

Registered to a lowlife
named Sam Buntley.

He and his wife Lola have been arrested

multiple times,
mostly for narcotics possession.

Never enough to put 'em away for long.

Nothing for abduction, trafficking?

No.

Nothing they've been caught for, anyway.

Hold on. Dante's calling.

I-I'll conference you in.

Dante, you're on with Harry and Mel.

We caught a break.

An officer just responded to that BOLO.

A silver sedan with handicap plates

heading east toward the river.

Trouble is, that's all the way
across town for me.

Not for me.

Harry, is there any way you can
track them? Ping their phone?

Uh, n-neither of their numbers
are listed.

What about their car?

It's a 2017 Camry.
Wouldn't it have an SOS

- emergency button?
- Yeah.

Which means a signal we can track.

Okay, I-I got it.

I got it. They're still heading east.

Sending you the coordinates.

Rob, I'll meet you there.

Rob, you should be coming up on him.

Got you now.

Don't shoot! Come here.

Hands up! Hands up! Hands up!
Up against the car!

Come on!

Don't shoot! Get over here.
Get over here.

The car.

- He's not there.
- Pop the trunk.

Nothing!

Where's Dylan?

Uh, I don't know
what you're talking about.

I think you do.

And you're gonna tell me
exactly where he is.

Where's the boy?

You think I'm playing with you?

- Just tell her.
- Okay! Yeah.

We took him. Yeah.

We needed the money.
Somebody gave us a phone number

of a guy who pays for...

Pays for what? Say it.

Pays for children. You sold a child!

Okay! We sold a child.

We owed someone and we ran out of time.

It's not like
we're perverts or anything.

Just stop talking.

- Where is he now?
- I-I... We don't know.

You don't know?

Then I guess there's no
reason to keep you alive.

I swear. Please.

He texted us about 40 minutes ago,

told us to meet him in an alley,

he'd be wearing a, um,
a blue baseball cap.

He gave us cash.

What'd he look like?

I think he was white. Uh...

- Maybe five, nine... six feet?
- You think?

Maybe?! I... It was a dark alley.

His brim was down low,
the whole thing took 15 seconds.

- Is this what you used to contact him?
- Uh-huh.

Give it to Harry. Maybe he can use it

to track this guy.

Maybe we can get prints off the cash.

We, uh, we don't have it. We spent it.

All of it? Already?

It wasn't that much. Only $3,000.

You sold a human life for $3,000?

A precious child?

Turn around.

I'll call Dante,
I'll have the cops pick them up.

- You're calling the cops?
- You right,

I should just shoot you.

But you're not worth the bullet.

Turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.

You'd better pray
nothing happens to him.

Because I personally guarantee you,

whatever happens to that boy
is gonna happen to you.

Come on.

Move.

Thank you, Marcus.

Please let me know.

Dante says the NYPD
is canvassing the area

where the Buntleys dropped off Dylan,

but so far, no one saw anything.

And there are no cameras
in the area. I already checked.

And there was nothing on Sam
Buntley's phone?

Just these texts that they sent back and
forth on the burner phone,

you know, but it's, uh,
it's already been deactivated.

In other words, we're nowhere.

Hey, Dee. What's up?

Hi. Hi. Uh...

Dylan's mom really
wants to speak with you.

Is now a good time?

Sure. Put her on.

Okay.

Hold on.

Hi.

I-I know if you had news,
you would call.

Only, um...

...it's been hours now.

And I know that
the more time that passes,

the less of a chance...

that if he's not found soon...

Francine.

I told you I would not stop looking

until we find him. I meant that.

Thank you. It's just...

Last night, Dylan begged me

to read him a second bedtime story,

but I was too tired.

- It's okay, it's okay.
- I...

I need to read him another story.

Francine...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I know
you're doing everything you can.

I'm so sorry to bother you. Just...

please.

- It's...
- No, it's-it's okay.

There's got to be something
we're not thinking of.

Something we missed. I wish there was.

I mean, it's been over an hour

since the Buntleys
dropped him off to that guy.

He could be anywhere.

But he's probably not anywhere.

He probably took Dylan
somewhere he feels safe,

in control, like... like his home.

Wait a minute. Must be something

I was reading today
about predators hunting

close to their home.

You think he lives near the mall?

Yeah, maybe.

But the Buntleys grabbed Dylan.

He wasn't doing the hunting.

Technically. But they met here.

I just don't think it's an accident

that these two places
are so near each other.

If we consider that home is

a three-mile radius, that gives us

this circle right here.

That's a pretty big area.

Okay, but...

if we superimpose a map
of all the sex offenders

from the national registry
in the area...

That's got to be, what...

30 people all living within
the same three-mile radius.

- We've got to narrow the list.
- All right, to get

a smaller circle,
we-we need more data points.

And unfortunately, we just don't know

where this guy likes to hunt.

Or maybe we do.

Rob, didn't you say

Carl Vega uploads
all of his videos online?

Yes. And if we spot that
blue baseball cap

- in any of them...
- We can narrow

the area in play.

I'm running a program
looking for blue caps.

Hold it.

One, two,

- three hits.
- Yes.

And it looks like
the same guy in all of them.

- Is that enough for a facial rec?
- Doesn't look like it.

This guy appears to be white,

uh, between five, nine and six foot.

And if we plug in

the three places

where these were taken,

this is what you get.
Narrows the area even more.

Can you pull up their mug shots?

Two of them match the
Buntley's description.

Okay, I just got to say,
there are a lot of hypotheticals

in this equation.

You know, for instance,

if, uh, the guy that we're looking for

has never been caught, he's not
gonna be on the registry.

Well, it's something to go on.

Which is better than just sitting here.

Mel, you and I'll take Jerome.

Send Dante the other address.
Let's move.

Got it.

Let's go.

You hear that? He's here.

Mel.

There are cameras throughout the house.

He knows we're here.

Is that smoke?

He's destroying evidence.
Including Dylan.

It's locked.

Get back.

Must be bolted on the inside.

We got to get him out of there.

Dylan, hang on!

Mommy!

Mommy! Help!

He's in here.

Dylan.

Hi. Hey, hey, come here. Come here.

Come here. Come, come, come. Come here.

- Hi.
- We're gonna get you back

to your mommy, okay?

- Get him out of here.
- Okay. All right, okay.

- Mommy!
- What about you, aren't you coming?

No, I'm gonna make sure there are

- no other kids in there.
- Okay. Hurry.

Dylan, I need you to close your eyes,

hold your breath
as long as you can, okay?

Ready?

Okay, good job. Hold your breath,

hold your breath, hold your breath.

You're too late.

The hell I am!

I took them all.

- You're not getting off this easily.
- I'm sick.

- Just leave me here.
- Sit down.

You deserve to burn.

But I'll let the afterlife handle that.

Spit that! Spit it out!

Why-Why'd you do that?

I'm-I'm ready to die!

'Cause it's not your choice!

It's mine! And I choose prison justice.

Mommy!

My baby!

- Mommy!
- Come here, baby!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God. Thank you, God.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

Thank you. Come here, sweetie.

Oh, my God.
Come here, sweetie. Come here.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my gosh.

I don't know what I would have done

if we didn't get that boy back.

I don't know how you guys do it.

Mothers.

Even with a kid
as self-sufficient as Dee, I...

How do you ever stop worrying?

You don't.

That's the price of admission.

But it is so worth the ride.

Mommy's got you, okay?

Mm.

I'm gonna go call Harry.

I promised to let him know

the minute Dylan was back with his mom.

Well, make sure he knows how
happy he made this mother today.

I will.

Congratulations.

Thanks to you,
the good guys won this time.

For now.

He'll get out, eventually.

Then what?

I wanted to hurt him so bad, Marcus.

I've wrestled
with that same urge myself.

When the FTF took down
a nationwide predator ring,

there was this one guy...

How do you look pure evil
in the eye and let it live?

I know this.

There is no line

I wouldn't cross to keep my family safe.

Hmm. Hey, Mom.

Hey, baby girl.

You okay?

I know today must have
been rough on you.

Yeah, well, it could have been
way worse if you didn't

go back to the mall
and hang up those flyers.

Well, I'm glad it helped.

Mm-hmm.

Dylan's mom really appreciated it.

She said, "You have
an amazing daughter."

And she was right.

Can I remind you of that
next time I do something stupid,

like try to take your car out
without telling you?

- Nope.
- Okay.

Don't take my car.

I want you to know that no matter

how old you get,

you'll always be my baby girl.

And I'll always be here to protect you.

Thanks, Mom.

Are those police lights?

- Hello!
- Auntie?

Auntie, did you get yourself arrested?

No.

But I did spend

some very quality time

with the good captain.

Go on.

When Captain Curtis and I found out

that, you know, that boy was safe,

we decided that it was
reason for celebration.

So he took me for a spin in his cruiser.

- Mm!
- Aunt Vi...

joyriding at your age?

Joyriding is not just

for the young.
It is for the young at heart.

He even let me play with his lights.

Just to make sure they
were working, of course.

Okay,
I really hope that's not a euphemism.

Delilah! Really?

No.

Okay.

No, but...

We did reach an understanding
about that incident

last week with that young man.

So, does that mean...

We're gonna give our
friendship another try.

- That's great, Aunt Vi.
- Well...

...you know.

Significant others are...

they're cool, but...

Gosh.

Nothing beats what we have
right here, right now.

- We're fam.
- I love you.

I love y'all.

We love you, too.

- Okay...
- Girl, that car was going fast.

- Oh, my goodness.
- Oh, Lord.

I mean, it was, like,

going up the Jersey Turnpike...